With his lips on hers, Jordan felt intoxicated by the girl next to him. God, he loved her. There was no question about the feeling Jordan felt in his gut as he allowed his lips to go down to her neck - navigating down her breasts, and hovering on her lower stomach. “I love you, I love you so much,” He did - honestly, his entire heart belonged to his wife. Moving his lips back up to hers, he smiled at Sadie under him. Her lips were bruised and her hair tossed, but she was perfect. She was the mother of his children… she was his everything.
Bringing his lips back to hers, Jordan felt his eyes close for a moment - an eagerness in both of them as he found her flipping the two. But when he opened his eyes, the girl on top of him was no longer Sadie Monroe. Shock met his features as he met Jezebel’s eyes. “What the hell are you…”
“I love you too,”
Over the past few weeks… since he had woken up that’s how most of his dreams had gone… hell… most of the time, Jordan couldn’t fall asleep. Sadie had been graciously allowed him to stay in her guest bedroom but… it was off. Things were just off between them and Jordan just wanted things to go back to how they were. How… how he remembered they were. Where had it all gone wrong?
Instead of sleeping, Jordan’s nights had been filled with looking up news articles about their divorce. Honestly, there wasn’t much on the internet. Or… not much that seemed to be true. Some people said Sadie cheated… some said he cheated… some said it was a mutual breaking up… they had fallen out of love. That… didn’t make sense. None of it made sense and he had yet to have a conversation with Sadie about what it all did mean.
All Jordan Williams knew was that the best way to get things back to normal was to… to get rid of the confusion. Maybe that’s why he was here today… here at Jezebel’s home with divorce papers in his hands. It just… it was the only thing Jordan felt like he had control over right now and so here he was… standing in front of her… internally debating if he was making the right choice or not but just having to go through with it because Jordan needed to do… something. Looking at her… he felt at odds. His mind… told him he hated… he… just hated what she did… without telling him… without even giving him a chance. But why the hell was his heart wanting to wrap his arms around her. Nothing made sense anymore… but control… that… maybe made sense.
More hesitancy filled himself with her words… hearing her talk… just reminded him of the endless dreams he had been having. “I… we just… it needs to happen sooner or later Jezebel… what’s… is there really even a point in waiting?” Jordan sighed. Though, he found himself distracted by the way Aidan wrapped his arms around Jezebel - soon told to go find his sisters. The boy seemed sure in not doing so, however, as he shook his head and stuffed his face in Jezebel’s arms - though, after a second, he saw the girl kiss the child and get up from the floor where she was sitting.
Instantly, almost as if it was instinct, Jordan put his arms around Jezebel to help her up. For a second, Jordan felt an intense pain in his head - a flash of a memory of him bending down and kissing someone’s pregnant stomach… what the fck. God what was happening to him? Nothing… it was… Look… he was… she was pregnant and even if he… he was just going to help her okay? Nothing more. Moving his hand away from his throbbing head, Jordan continued just wanting to get this whole exchange over with… his lack of sleep not really helping. “Let’s just… talk inside…” Jordan stated after abruptly backing up… and following her (as did Aidan). “Look Jez… I’m not… if they are my kids I’ll be in their lives. I’m not looking for full custody… or anything of that sort… I just… it’s best for both of us to not have this sham of a marriage hanging over our heads.”